Happy Birthday

A/N September 19 is, according to JKR, the birthday of Hermione Jane Granger. This then is a little something for all H/Hr fans. It takes place during her final year of school.

This is ALSO for Steffy and Patty. Steffy, once again a huge thank you and hugs for inspiring all of this in the first place; and Patty thank you for all your wonderful help.

Happy Birthday

“Later then?” Hermione rose from where she was sitting at the Gryffindor table of Hogwart's Great Hall, and Harry flinched. He made the slightest move and with only all his self control was he able to stay himself. Hermione smiled inwardly, she alone noticed. Harry had made a small move to help her collect all her books.

“Yep,” Harry replied. “Later.” He didn't even look in her direction, but suddenly pretended to be completely absorbed with the game of Wizard's Chess he was playing with Ron; the truth was Ron was only moves from wiping him off the board.

“You remember where the library is Harry?” Hermione asked, and she grinned inwardly. Harry was definitely up to something.

“I think so,” he said and it was only with all his conscious effort that he was able to resist the almost irresistible urge to turn his head and smile at her. He was gone, big-time; had been for months; years really. He loved her, adored her, and worshipped the ground she walked on.

Hermione let a small frown of disappointment form upon her face and quickly turned; quickly so that no-one would see her smile of delight. Her birthday was days away and Harry had planned something. It was SO obvious that he was trying to keep whatever he had organised a big secret from her. She walked off, still smiling from ear to ear, but walked with her shoulders slumped, so as to give the impression of disappointment.

The brief conversation between Hogwarts most popular couple had cast a silence over the Gryffindor table. Amanda sat still; Ron's eyes flip-flopped between Harry and Hermione as if he was watching a tennis match; Ginny sat silent with her mouth slightly open; Luna also said nothing but her eyes smiled, as did those of Lavender and Cho.

Hermione wasn't even fully out of earshot, walking up the stairs towards the library when the section of the table her friends sat at exploded.

“HARRY!” Lavender and Ginny cried as one. “What is going on?”

“Hey,” Ron interrupted. “Leave him alone. Checkmate”

Harry didn't even need to look down at the board to see the Black King fall unceremoniously, his crown bouncing several times. Harry's smile he had holding back suddenly burst upon his face; clearly his defeat at chess didn't concern him one bit.

“She's your girlfriend!” Cho exclaimed.

“Yep!” Harry said confidently. Hermione was more to him than just his girlfriend. She was his whole world. She was everything good in his life, and the reason for which he lived. She was the sun, the moon, she was every heartbeat. He would love her even after that heart ceased to beat.

Ginny grinned. Slowly the realisation had dawned upon her. “Come on Harry, cough up. We're all DYING to know what you have planned for Hermione's birthday!”

He turned his head sharply. “Why? What's the big deal?”

Cho explained, but Harry already knew what the common consensus was. “Harry, you and Hermione, sorry - - MIONE---.” The friends at the table laughed to hear her use Harry's nickname for the love of his life. “---are the Romeo and Juliet around here. This is her first birthday as your girlfriend - - “

True, Harry thought. But I've loved her MUCH longer.

“- - And we're all DYING to know what you've planned for her.”

Harry was momentarily taken by surprise that his Birthday gift for Hermione had created such interest. He was more surprised than he could describe that anyone cared. This was supposed to be simple; Hermione would wake on her birthday, he'd give her the gift which he had already bought, and if Harry was very lucky he would be able to give her some decent birthday kisses. Now all eyes were on him, waiting for him to speak.

What if his gift wasn't good enough? Two months ago the sudden realisation came to him that he had to get this perfect. He only got ONE chance to make her first birthday since they'd been together special. What if he hadn't done enough? Should he have done more? Maybe arranged a party? But how? Here, at school, how could he - - “

Watching him silently go through these thoughts the girls all fell quiet, waiting for Harry to speak.

“C'mon give Harry. What's the surprise?”

“Something magical,” he replied without thought. Where did that come from?

A chorus of “oooooohs” filled the table before him, and Harry started to blush.

“Why were you trying so hard not to look at her?” Ginny asked with a laugh spreading across her face.

Because I was afraid I'd melt in her smile and ruin the surprise.

Colin Creevy walked towards the group, making straight for Harry. “Headmistress McGonagall wants you Harry.”

Yes! Saved!

“Damn,” he said with a chuckle. “I was just about to tell everyone what I got for Mione's Birthday so they can leave us alone. But if I HAVE to go - - .” He stood and turned towards what was Headmistress McGonagall's office. Harry knew it well; he'd spent many hours there when Dumbledore was alive.

Harry took several quick steps but could already hear the coos of disappointment from the gathering of girls he had left behind. Ron smiled briefly at Luna, who returned the smile sweetly, before he quickly ran after his friend. He did not want to be left alone with that group. Second most popular item on the school gossip gang was Ron and Luna's fledgling relationship, and Ron handled gossip as well as Harry did; badly.

“Mate,” Ron said as soon as they were out of the Great Hall “Those girls are like Piranhas.”

Harry laughed “They would hex us both through till next Sunday for information.”

“Not that we know anything,” Ron added.

“Agreed,” Harry said. “But Luna was back there. You could - - “

“How? It feels like someone is always listening whenever I want to talk to her privately.”

Harry nodded. “I know. It's like, the rest of them don't have a life so they have to borrow ours.”

Now it was Ron's turn to laugh. “Hell they can HAVE mine, I'm not using it.”

Harry and Ron slowed their pace. With their long strides they could amble and still make quick progress. Both boys were continually growing in height and muscle; neither of which had escaped the keen eye of many Hogwarts witches.

“What about Luna?” Harry asked. “I'm sure she would be disappointed.”

Ron grinned; falling in love with Luna (even be it by baby steps) was the best thing to have happened to him. “Practice later?” Ron asked.

Harry shook his head.

“Come on mate, please. The game against Hufflepuff is two weeks away.”

“Sorry Ron, but I haven't changed my mind. I am only JUST keeping above pass mark for most of my grades. You still have Ginny and she is playing well. You don't need me.”

“But - - “

Harry stopped. “Ron, nothing personal, but I goofed off most of the last six years. I have to work as hard as I can this year, or its summer make up courses.”

Ron had to agree. “But your offer - - “

“Still stands. If something happens, if you lose a player and you have no one else to turn to I'll play. Mind you I'm probably out of practice.”

“Bollocks! You could jump straight on a broom and no-one would know you'd ever been away from the game.”

Harry laughed. Ron's confidence in him certainly made him feel good.

“And the other team would crap themselves just to see you pulling the Quidditch robes on,” Ron added.

“Better than watching me take them off I guess.”

Now it was Ron's turn to laugh. “I don't know. That lot back there wouldn't be complaining.”

Thy stopped as one, at the bottom of the spiral stairs that led to McGonagall's office. “Just the thought of that would make a very clever and pretty witch who shall remain nameless - - “

“I know,” Ron said. “Hermione would go mental”

Harry grinned.

“Well, I'm heading to the practice pitch. If Minerva the Merciless doesn't keep you too long come and watch. You may be able to give me some pointers.”

Harry nodded and watched as Ron ducked around the corner, heading for the Quidditch fields. He looked at the statue of the stone phoenix that blocked the spiral staircase. It led to what was once Dumbledore's office, now McGonagall's. Harry missed his former headmaster; so many things had changed forever after he had been killed.

“Fizzing Whizbees,” Harry said and the statue started to turn, having heard the correct password. So many things had changed but some had stayed the same.

Twenty five minutes later, Harry missed the second last step, coming down from McGonagall's office and almost fell, only just regaining his balance by holding on to the wall. Harry looked stunned. He was pale, almost as if he were in shock.

“Harry!” Neville said. Neville smiled and walked towards Harry who hadn't heard his name called.

“Harry? Are you okay?”

Harry was in a fog, he could hear his name but it didn't' make sense. After what McGonagall had just told him nothing ever would. How was he going to be able to - - -“

“Harry?” Neville said again, and now Harry appeared to wake from his stupor.

“Neville,” Harry said “You'll never gue - - . Oh, sorry, I can't say a word.” Harry had only just realised he was sworn to secrecy. No-one could know. Hermione would go absolute mental when she found out. Why did it have to be on the same day as her birthday? She could have made the arrangements a month ago. Why ruin Hermione's day?

“I'll never guess what?” A smiling and serene Neville Longbottom asked. He waited patiently for Harry to answer.

“Sorry. I can't say a word. Promised.”

“That's okay,” Neville said immediately. If Harry had promised not to speak then that was the end of it. Neville put the words right out of his mind.

Harry looked to see Neville was carrying a piece of parchment, no doubt delivered by owl post, and Harry grinned.

“Another one from your Gran?”

Neville nodded and smiled. “Second this week.”

“Same as the others?” Harry asked. “Telling you how proud she is of you?”

Neville nodded again. “Yep. The Voldermort Affair!” and both boys laughed. “I get at least two a week saying the same thing. She asks me how my courses are going, and has to add that she has told another of her friends that I helped defeat the Dark Lord.

Harry grinned. “She's proud of you Neville, and she has every reason to be.”

“Thanks Harry. But none of us could have done it without you.”

“And I wouldn't have lasted a second without all of you. We wouldn't have made it if we hadn't worked as a team.”

Neville smiled.

“And I'm glad to hear your Gran is proud of you - - - in fact - - - .” Harry looked briefly up the staircase towards McGonagall's office. “Um, I have to go talk to McGonagall about something. Write your Gran and tell her `Hi' from me.

Neville beamed. “I'll do that.”

“Fizzing Whizbees.”

***

Ron called out the instant he saw Harry walking toward the practice pitch. “Hey Harry!”

“How's it going?” Harry asked. He needed something to take his mind of what McGonagall had told him.

Ron shrugged. “I'd be fine if you - - .” Ron stopped himself. Even he was starting to get sick of constantly asking Harry to play again. Harry hadn't so much as touched a broom since his last game, and that was the year before.

Harry picked up a broom and mounted it perfectly, soaring into the sky, not seeing Ron's stunned look. Harry quickly flew towards and swept gracefully around one set of Quidditch rings and continued on to circle the entire field. It was as if Harry had never left.

From where she sat against the window in the library Hermione saw the motion and knew instantly it was her Harry. She stopped and watched as he flew fast, swooping and diving as perfectly as he ever had. She knew Harry wanted to put his studies first, and was slightly surprised to see him flying. But as she watched Harry soar around the field, her heart swelled with pride. Harry WAS working hard to get the marks he'd need to be an Auror. But to see him flying again, using his natural talent, and knowing that without any doubt he was all HERS made her grin. She sighed, as she watched Harry fly, and suddenly heard a collective sigh coming from behind her. Hermione turned to see a bunch of 4^th year Ravenclaws likewise admiring Harry's technique as well as his physique and she had to suppress a giggle. Several young witches who probably didn't even know Harry, only by reputation, but all obviously smitten. As smitten as she was herself. She turned back to watch him chase the snitch at blinding speed, and as she did she knew just how deeply she loved him. He was the very best thing in her life, and she would never tire of reminding herself of that fact.

“Lets go watch,” one of the young girls said breathlessly, and her friends quickly agreed.

“Great idea,” Hermione said to the group.

They paused slightly. Here was a senior Gryffindor girl they didn't know, talking to them.

“Do you know him?” one asked her. They knew who Harry was, that much was clear.

“You could say that, he's my boyfriend.”

Hermione laughed to see the looks of disappointment but smiled at the group nonetheless.

“Can you get us autographs?” The smallest girl of the group asked and the others all giggled along.

“He's not much for drawing attention to himself, the best you can do is ask him yourselves. But if you like I'll put in a good word for you. Come on.”

By the time Hermione had walked to the practice pitch she was surprised to see the small gathering already. Harry had been flying for less than fifteen minutes but already word had got out. He'd already caught the snitch a few times and it didn't look like he had missed a single game. Harry was now practicing with Ron at one end of the field while Ginny and a few others were practicing scoring. Ron managed to block Harry a few times, until Harry had used a few tricks to get the quaffle by him. As one more goal was scored the boys heard a light cheer rise up from the grandstand.

“Bloody hell,” Ron said. We have an audience, and we're not even playing.”

“Ignore it and concentrate mate. Relax more and try to feel which way I'm going. Let me try again.”

“It's you, you know,” Ron told him. “They're here to see the great Harry Potter again.”

Harry quickly scanned the faces and shrugged. He saw Hermione and waved, giving her a beaming smile.

“Maybe,” Harry replied. “But I can see Luna making her way to where Hermione is standing. And I have no doubt Luna is here to see the great Ron Weasley/”

Ron grinned. “Okay, well make me look good then.”

“Do it yourself,” Harry called out, flying away before he commenced another attacking run. “Stop me from scoring. Oh and one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Headmistress McGonagall asked me to give you a message.”

“Okay!”

“She said if she hears you calling her Minerva the Merciless again, you'll be scrubbing out school cauldrons long after your children graduate!”

***

Hermione's birthday. It was a Saturday and Hermione's first gift had in effect already been delivered. No classes! She smiled as she woke and immediately saw the note half hidden from beneath her pillow.

She grinned as she took it, but had no idea how Harry would have been able to put it there. Magic still meant it was impossible for boys to reach any of the girl's rooms. Pity! The only answer was that Harry had one of the other girls deliver it for him. But really, that was unlikely. Hermione had been studying till after midnight; Harry had HAD to wish her Happy Birthday at the stroke of midnight and they had spent a few minutes snogging until Hermione finally went to bed. The note hadn't been there then. Hermione took the single piece of parchment.

Happy Birthday, Again!

Hermione laughed, but read on.

I wanted this to be the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes, and I can't say this sort of stuff properly in person. I either stuff it up or it sounds stupid. Does this already sound stupid?

“No Harry, it is adorable, I love you so much!” Hermione said to herself.

I know it's your birthday, and you're supposed to get the presents, but I had to tell you that everyday I am with you feels like I'm the one getting the presents. I love you more than I ever thought I'd know how. You make me better than I could ever be, and I can't wait until school is over and we can hopefully be together.

I have a huge kiss, a bunch of them really, waiting for you. So hurry on downstairs and I can start to deliver them in person.

YOUR Harry.

She grinned and had to almost hold back a un-Hermione like squeal. This day WAS already special, Harry had made it so; HER Harry. For now and evermore he would be hers, because he was so deeply entrenched in her heart the feeling was breathtaking. Just for one day, Hermione decided that books didn't exist.

She jumped up, and quickly dressed before running down the stairs, towards the Great Hall.

"Happy birthday" Harry said with a grin and kissed her sweetly the instant her body reached his. His strong arms gently came around and enveloped her in a hug, and as they kissed small titters of laugher could be heard. The young lovers stood at the Gryffindor table in the Great hall, at breakfast but Harry didn't care that this public display of attention was in fact, public.

Hermione smiled before kissing him back "Thank you love"

There were sounds of whistles and catcalls all around but Harry just didn't care; she was in his arms and all was right with the world. Hearing the laughter and looking around, Harry laughed himself when he heard someone suggesting `Get a room!' He looked down on her smiling face, her bushy honey brown locks of hair and her gorgeous peaceful brown eyes, before lowering his lips to hers, and kissing her again. Deeper, longer. As the kiss intensified Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to kiss him like they were alone in the world. When finally the kiss broke Harry gently half whispered, “Ignore them, they're jealous.”

Her lips formed that beautiful gentle smile she had. “Them? I don't see anyone here,” She said smiling sweetly.

“I wanted your first birthday, as my girlfriend to be special,” He told her.

“You are the best,” She replied and kissed him again. More laughter, more catcalls and some whistling.

“Come on,” Harry said, “Sit down or everyone will continue to stare at us.”

She shrugged. “I don't really care,” But she sat anyway, next to him, holding his hand.

“How did you sleep?”

Hermione grinned “Very well, you?”

“I liked it better when they were snogging,” Ron said between mouthfuls of cereal.

“Shut up!” Ginny rasped. Only now did Harry see the rest of the table had been listening to every word. Every pair of eyes was on them.

“I think Hermione likes it better when Harry is snogging her too,” Amanda Moodstone said with a smile and the rest of the girls at the table laughed as Hermione nodded in agreement.

Ron grabbed his mate's attention. “Welcome to Gossip Central, Today's special subject: YOU!”

The girls at the table laughed again, and even Neville smiled.

Harry grinned, answering Hermione's question. “In answer to your question, I slept great. I was thinking about you.”

The single sound of `awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww' filled the air and now everyone laughed.

“Hey Ron, just wait till Luna's Birthday,” Harry said and was relieved to see all eyes were temporarily off him and on Ron Weasley.

“I'll be sure to remind him,” A smiling Luna Lovegood said from the next table, before she turned a very sweet smile in the direction of Ron Weasley. Luna too, like everyone else in the Great Hall had been listening to every word.

The air was filled with laughter again, sensing Ron's embarrassment.

“I SOOOO want a boyfriend,” Ginny sighed wistfully and she smiled at Harry.

Harry grinned; Ginny was a friend, a close friend and almost a sister to him. That was all he felt for the cute red-haired witch now; a brotherly/sisterly affection and nothing more. Harry spoke up. “Don't look at me. I am soooooo taken.”

The laughter now got louder. Ginny herself grinned, she felt the same thing now for Harry, and not what she thought she had once be there.

Just as the laughter was starting to die down, Hermione spoke: “He is soooooooooooooooooo mine,” and once again everyone was laughing."

Harry kissed her again and this time whispered, “You are sooooooo right!” and Hermione giggled and winked.

“Pity we're at school eh?” Harry asked. “For your birthday I mean.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“At least we have no lessons.”

“I know.” She was looking forward to spending as much time as possible with her boyfriend, and lots of snogging.

“Hungry?” Harry asked and Hermione looked at the table. Nothing special today. Toast, cereal.

“Sure.”

“Good, come on!” Harry stood and quickly took her hand and Hermione was briefly confused. He had just asked her if she was hungry and she said yes, and now he is acting like she said no.

“What's - - “

“Do you want to know?” Harry asked her, his eyes dancing with delight “Or do you want it to be a surprise?”

The witches at the table, seeing Harry had planned a surprise all instantly melted. If Harry were unattached he would be soooooooo in demand.

Hermione saw the looks the other witches had, and she instantly felt special. “Surprise me.”

That was all it took, Harry had held her hand and quickly turned her around and was walking out the Great Hall towards outside. Every person in the Great Hall watched as one.

“One question,” Harry said to her as the descended the outside stairs and walked towards the open areas beyond the Quidditch field and practice pitch.

“What?”

“What is your view on.... socks?”

“On what?” Again Hermione had a slight confused look. Had she misheard him?

Harry chuckled. “Not sex you---- socks; on your feet!” He laughed and squeezed her hand, and now Hermione WAS confused.

“She raised an eyebrow before replying “Why are you asking?”

“Because later on today, you are going to hear something that is going to knock your socks off.”

She laughed now, and paused long enough to kiss his cheek.

“As much as I'd like to take the credit for that will be I can't. It just happens that that news will happen today. Or this evening. “But when you find out - -”

“Enough clues!!!!! TELL me!!!!”

She turned to face him and Harry softened. He had driven her crazy with his hints about this big surprise.

“I'll tell you now if you ask. But I'd rather you be surprised later. I want you to feel like a princess"

Hermione grinned and hugs him “I already do.”

They rounded a bend by the trees and walked along a small stream that fed a large lake. The lake itself was filled with ducks, manicured flowerbeds waved in the gentle breeze and Harry was pleased to see they were quite alone.

“I love you so much,” he said as he brushed her cheek gently with his hand. Everything he did was gentle, and tender. “I can't believe how lucky I am. So today, we're starting with a picnic.” As he spoke Hermione saw that Harry had already prepared everything. And her mouth flew open.

“Wow, you did this? This is - - -amazing!”

Nobody had ever surprised Hermione like this before her body moved into his own, her arms wrapping around his neck drawing his lips to her own. She kissed him soft and sweetly

“I wanted our first birthday to be special,” He told her.

She walked to where Harry had set out a large blanket on the grass, beneath the shade of an apple tree. A picnic basket had been set on one corner; it looked to hold enough food for half of the Gryffindor table, minus what Ron would devour. As she turned around to smile at Harry, for going to all this trouble for her she saw he was holding a present. A rectangular box, covered in delicate pink paper complete with a matching ribbon and bow. Her first real gift of the day.

She walked to him and he handed it to her.

“Happy Birthday,” He said simply, but his eyes danced as she looked at the box, and then back to him.

He knew what she was thinking. “I had it gift wrapped,” He answered her silent question and they laughed together.

“Not a book?” She asked. Harry grinned.

“I wanted to do something special for your first birthday as my girlfriend.”

She nodded; he had certainly done that.

She stood, looking at the present, it was beautiful, and she hadn't even - -

“Open it,” He said, and she giggled, nervously undoing the ribbon as she - -

“Tear it open!” Harry said and now she laughed.

“No way. I want to keep all of it, to remind myself how much you love me.”

Harry laughed and moved closer. “I'm here to remind you of that personally.”

As Hermione unwrapped the jewellery box, she nervously opened the lid and squealed. Sitting in the very centre was an exquisite diamond and sapphire bracelet that looked very expensive and was without doubt the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; and Harry had bought it for her. The sapphires were a beautiful pink colour, the same shade of pink as the paper and ribbon. Everything matched, everything was perfect.

“Let me help you put it on,” Harry told her and he gently took the bracelet. Hermione nervously offered her slender wrist which was shaking slightly, and Harry closed the clasp around it.

She stood looking at the bracelet, not really comprehending that it was hers, and knew every girl that saw it would be insanely jealous. But then every witch at Hogwarts already was. She had the best present of all; Harry.

After almost a minute passed with neither of them speaking, Harry had to ask. “Do you like it?”

Her reply was given by hugging him, and a single tear started to pool in her eye. “You are perfect. I love it! But you sh - - “

“Shhh, you're wearing it now and I was never going to take it back if you liked it.”

“I love you so much Harry, - - ,” She whispered, and only by tearing her eyes away from the bracelet was she able to look into his own eyes.

“Are you going to cry?” He asked, slightly confused.

She shook her head firmly. Tears would ruin what she wanted to remember as perfect. Besides Hermione Jane Granger was not given to tears, she was stronger stuff than that.

“If you did,” Harry said softly, making it more noticeable that for this moment there was no one else in the world; just these two. “I was going to kiss your tears away.”

Now the tears did flow, even Hermione couldn't keep them out. As they fell she smiled and made her next words as simple as she could; before she became a blubbering mess. “I love you so much.”

“You have no idea how good you make me feel,” He told her and hugged her tightly. “Blown away!”

Since the death of Voldemort, witnessed by too many for even the Daily Prophet to refute, Harry had changed. The connection between the Dark Lord and himself that had been created as his mother gave her own life to save his own had been irrevocably bronen. Harry had become a new person, still fiercely loyal towards his friends, but more relaxed. He smiled more and was even working so much harder at his schoolwork. Of course Ron saw the change but put it down to something else, something stronger than Dark Lords; love.

“Sit honey,” Harry said, pointing to the blanket as he offered his other hand to help her. She took his hand and sat, smiling as Harry sat right beside her, holding her waist and smiled back at her.

“You make me feel amazing, love. Like a Princess.”

Harry chuckled. “Hold that thought, but I WANTED you to feel special, because you are. So tonight? Wear the bracelet.

That would be easy she decided. “I don't think I will ever be able to take it off. But what is happening tonight?”

“Dinner,” he said. “Somewhere special. But before you say anything, THAT is the part I had no control over. Dinner is someone else's idea, it just happens to be happening the same day as your birthday.”

“Who?”

He paused “Tonight, you'll find out tonight. - - The person will be there to explain - - themself.”

Hermione looked confused. “ `The Person?', `themself?', What is going on?”

“Shhhh, big surprise. Can't say a word. McGonagall is going to have a word with you later.”

Hermione paused. “Why?”

“About the surprise. She will want you to know this isn't just something I made up, its serious big time stuff.”

She looked at him, no longer caring about the surprise later. “YOU'RE big time stuff,” she said and laughed. They were together. Nothing else mattered.

It had been almost a minute since the last time she saw it, and she HAD to look again. She held her newly adorned wrist up slightly, and turned it so as to see all of it.

“It doesn't shine half as spectacularly as your eyes,” and she laughed. That was so un-Harrylike. Whatever he had been reading lately she would have find out.

“So beside the bracelet,” Hermione started. “What else am I going to wear?” She turned to him and grinned. “JUST the bracelet?”

Harry felt a shiver travel up his spine at the thought of it, what a sight that would make, but not for public. THAT'S the sort of thing better suited to private parties.

A blush started to spread across his face, and it didn't take a mind as sharp as Hermione's to guess what could be on Harry's mind. She raised an inquiring eyebrow and he laughed.

“Do you have dresses here at school?”

“A couple, for dances.”

“What about at home?” Harry asked.

She thought “Sure, but - - “

“Another part of the surprise just for today. McGonagall will explain later. Basically she told me that for today only, and ONLY for us, she has given permission for you to Apparate home if you need to, to get ready for tonight.”

Hermione's jaw dropped. THAT was most unexpected. If Harry was right, then whatever was happening was most certainly big time.

“Wear your very best,” he said. She looked at him and was going to ask. Harry saw it coming and decided he could answer before she asked.

“I'm wearing a suit. Shirt, tie, the lot.”

Hermione knew Harry had a wardrobe full of wonderful clothes, thanks to Tonks. But she had never seen him in a suit. She was looking forward to seeing that.

“What colour tie?” she asked. Now THAT was a question he didn't see coming.

Harry thought for a moment, but couldn't see the significance. He had been talking about what Hermione was going to wear, not himself. “I don't know, I have a few, blue? Red?”

Hermione laughed, he was SUCH a boy.”

“Pink!” she decided. “White shirt and pink tie, matching me.”

Harry's face softened slightly in disappointment. “White shirt isn't a problem, the tie is. I have three ties, red, blue and a bluey greeny one with patterns on it. No pink.”

Pity, Hermione thought.

“But - .” and Harry's face changed again.

“What?” she asked.

Harry winced. “Um, McG - - .”

“Now what?” Hermione asked. “She is going to let you go shopping?” Hermione laughed until Harry nodded.

“Basically yeah. In case you need anything. She has given us permission to Apparate from school, for today. The school, protection charms have been removed just for today and just for us. We'll need to go to her office to if we need to go anywhere. To get anything we need. Will you need to get your hair done?”

Hermione's jaw dropped open. Temporarily going home to get dressed was one thing, but - - -

“Huh?”

“Your hair?” Harry asked again. “Girls have to make appointments and stuff to get their hair done, right? Aunt Petunia always had to.”

“Um - - No. If I'm allowed home Mum can help me with that. And to get ready, - - but - - .”

Harry paused, and watched. If she asked what was going on he would tell her, now, but - - .

“Don't say a word Harry. Let it be a surprise.”

Harry laughed “Oh it will. I was afraid if I mentioned anything before you would get all defensive, DEMANDING to know.”

“If you're with me the entire time Harry, that will be enough.”

“Oh I will be, but I think when it finally sinks in I`ll be the one jumping out of my skin.”

“Why?” she asked softly.

“I'm scared shitless!”

She looked at him intently. She thought the days of seeing him scared were over.

“But why?”

Harry paused. “Promise me you'll hold my hand the entire night.”

Promises like that didn't need to be asked. “I promise,” she replied quickly and kissed him.

“I mean it. I am so scared. Not physically, I'm just worried I'll say something dumb or something.”

She looked at him and her smile and the way she brushed his cheek reassured him.

“McGonagall gave me the entire run down yesterday. When you went to the library.” Harry then went into his pretty fair Headmistress McGonagall impersonation that scored him laughs every time he used it in the boy's dorm. “Harry Potter. I can not remind you strongly enough that when outside the school grounds you are to consider yourself an ambassador for the school and must act accordingly.”

Hermione laughed. He sounded spookily very like Headmistress McGonagall.

“So, memo to Harry Potter,” Harry continued, now in his own voice. “Try not to fart in public"

Hermione threw back her head and laughed loudly. Harry laughed along and kissed the very tip of her cute nose.

“When I got up this morning? I just wanted to make my girlfriends first birthday together perfect. Not just good, but perfect.”

She grinned “Mission accomplished.” And they both laughed again.

“How did you get the note under my pillow?” Hermione asked, reminded of how her day had begun.

“Hedwig. I take it you didn't notice her flying in?”

Hermione shook her head and Harry smiled.

“I wanted it to be the first thing you saw.”

She held him tight, looking into her eyes.

“I hope to make your next birthday even MORE special,” Harry told her, and Hermione purred. A flash of what that could be made her eyes sparkle.

“This time next year? On my birthday, I will be happy if WE are still in bed.”

That sounded like a deal as far as Harry was concerned.

“I have been thinking after school, about us,” Harry said. Hermione kissed him deep and softly.

“I have been thinking, maybe getting a small flat somewhere, and sharing with Ron.”

She looked at him, allowing him to continue.

“And you, if your parents let you.”

“You know they will Harry. They would let it be just me and you. After everything we have been through together.”

Harry nodded. “I know, and YOU know I want that. Thing is Ron has been - - well funny.”

She looked at him. “How funny?”

Harry shrugged “He doesn't want to have to live at home, and I cant say I blame him. He would never have any privacy with everyone coming and going. So I figured if we shared together - - “

Hermione smiled. “That is such a great idea.”

“But - “Harry continued. “Ron knows I would want to live with you, and he already said he doesn't want to be a third wheel.”

Hermione looked thoughtful. “So what are you saying?”

“This could be a chance to live together without living together. As long as you and I weren't TOO obvious I think it could work.”

“If by work you mean - - “

Harry laughed “Ron won't be there every second of the day. We would find lots of time to be alone.”

Hermione grinned, and ran a finger down his chest and along his abdominal muscles. “I like the sound of that, alone. Your room or mine?”

Harry laughed “As long as we can do it without him catching us, I have to say both!” and now they both laughed.

“Deal!” Hermione said as movement out of the corner of her eye caught their attention. A snowy owl swooped toward them and gently alighted on the picnic blanket.

“Thank you for my note,” Hermione said sweetly and gently kissed the owl's head. Hedwig, enjoying the attention chirped and allowed Harry to take the parchment attached to its talons.

Harry read quickly. “It's Minerva th - - I mean Headmistress McGonagall. You; Me; Her office; Ten minutes ago. Lets go.”

***

Harry and Hermione flooed from McGonagall's office to the Ministry of Magic. Situated in the centre of London they had been given a couple of hours to do some shopping and would floo back. From there Headmistress McGonagall would Apparate Hermione home so she could get ready. Harry would have to get ready at school.

Harry turned to Hermione as she walked out from the visitor's floo in the foyer of the Ministry. Hermione started to brush the soot from her hair and shoulders “I HATE flooing,” she told him.

“I know.” Harry started to grin at her.

“What?”

“You have soot all over your nose,” He told her. “You look like a chimney sweep.”

“Gee thanks,” She said sarcastically.

Harry laughed lightly and helped to clean the soot from her.”

“Let's go!” she said quickly. “The clock is ticking.”

He nodded. “A tie, right? Tie shop?”

She nodded.

“Or do we go to where I got the suit?”

“You just need a tie but we can go there maybe they have some good ones.”

“Shopping with Tonks was no real fun, but she had a blast. This time it WILL be fun.”

“Why?”

“Because this time its YOU. With Tonks she grabbed my hand and dragged me all up and down London. We must have gone to 20 places in an hour. This time we only need a tie, how hard can it be?”

By this time they had exited the Ministry and were walking down a busy London street. Hermione swayed on her feet slightly.”

Harry looked at her. “Are you ok?”

“Sure,” she answered but Harry wasn't convinced.

“No you're not. You hardly ate a thing for breakfast, the picnic.”

“Sorry. I was too excited.”

“Mione you have to eat something first!”

“Hey!” Hermione said, looking around. “This isn't far from Dad's surgery.”

“Really?” Hermione had managed to distract Harry's concern.

“Can we - - ?”

“Sure!” Harry answered. “Which way?”

Hermione took his hand and led him down a block and across the street.

“But it's Saturday,” Harry said. “Will he be there?”

She nodded “Every Saturday till about one. Come on.”

She led him to and up the stairs of her father's flourishing Dental Surgery. Dan Granger himself greeted them as they walked in. Dan's eyes flashed with pleasant surprise to see his daughter, and his daughter's boyfriend.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Hi Dad!” Hermione kissed her father's cheek and he hugged her. “We're just here for a few hours, shopping.”

Dan looked to Hermione, and then Harry. As he looked at Harry, something in his eye twinkled.

“How is Mrs Granger?” Harry asked.

Dan grinned. “Emma's fine. She'll be disappointed to have missed you.”

“Um - Mione?” Harry said.

“Yes?”

“You still have some soot on your nose. Why don't you go into the ladies and fix it.”

“Thanks.”

Hermione walked around the corner and into the ladies, but was surprised to see that for once Harry had led her astray. There was no soot anywhere at all. As she returned to where Harry and her father were standing and talking, she noticed something was up.

“Hmm?” Dan had asked Harry.

Harry whispered quickly. “A tie. Say `A tie?' “.

Dan looked confused but did as Harry asked. “A tie?” Dan asked, having no idea why.

“Yes,” Harry said too quickly. “We're here to buy a tie.”

Suddenly the realisation dawned on him. “Oh?” he said and Hermione was back at Harry's side.

“What are you two talking about?” Hermione asked.

“I was just telling Dad we had to get a tie,” Harry fibbed. Hermione of course saw through all that, but let it slide.

Dan turned to his daughter. “How long are you in London for?"

“Two, three hours.”

“We'll have to be back in time for Mione to get ready,” Harry said but Dan still didn't know what for. “In fact she'll be Apparating home later to get ready.”

Dan grinned. “Well if you're going home anyway I can drive you if you like.”

“That would be wond - oh!”

“What?” Harry asked.

“I still need to go to the school beforehand anyway.”

“Why? What do you have at school that you don't have at home?”

“The shoes.”

“Oh!”

Dan looked disappointed but he would see his daughter later anyway. “Not to worry. Do you need any money?”

Harry laughed as Dan removed his wallet. “That was a question Uncle Vernon NEVER asked Aunt Petunia.”

“I bet!” Dan laughed. Dan handed his daughter a single banknote; fifty pounds.

“Dad that is too much,” Hermione said shocked.

Harry laughed again and he spoke to Hermione's father. “WOW, she's got you tied around her little finger hasn't she?”

Dan laughed along. “You too Harry.” Dan pushed the banknote at Hermione who still hadn't taken it. “Go on, take it.”

Dan put his wallet away and Harry spoke out.

“While you're at it Mr Granger....” Harry quipped and Dan reached for his wallet again.

“No! I was kidding!” Harry exclaimed He pulled his own wallet out and showed Dan. “I have plenty.”

Hermione took the fifty and looked at Harry's ratty old worn wallet. She'd have to do something about that.

“Come on Harry,” Hermione said and she took his hand.

“Okay. Well, if I don't see you later Mr Granger. Its been good seeing you again. Say `Hi' to Mrs Granger for me.”

Hermione reached up and kissed her father's cheek. “See ya later dad!”

Harry watched as Dan's eyes DAZZLED to be seeing his daughter so unexpectedly.

“Don't worry, ” Harry said as they were leaving. “She'll take good care of me.”

They walked down the stairs and were once more on the streets of London. Hermione went to quickly go one way, but Harry, still holding her hand pulled her another. He indicated the café on the corner and pointed to the tables and chairs on the pavement.

“Come on, shop later, eat first,” Harry told her.

Hermione rolled her eyes but Harry wouldn't be swayed.

“Eat. Your sugar levels must be low.”

He took her hand and they sat at a table, ordering hot chocolate and blueberry muffins.

As they sat and nibbled, Harry watched the Saturday shoppers walk past, going this way and that.

“Hey! Harry said. “This is a good spot.” To Hermione he added “Do you know what was cute?”

“What?”

“The way your Dad looks at you.”

Hermione smiled.

“You are beautiful,” He told her and her heart skipped.

A sparkle of light caught her attention. It was coming from the sun reflecting from her bracelet.

“THIS is beautiful,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

Harry could hear a song playing, from within the café. Not one he knew but one he liked. To be here sitting with Hermione, it seemed to say exactly what was on his heart.

Cuz it's you and me
And all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
…

“Are we ready?” Hermione asked. The hot chocolate gone and muffin mostly eaten. She was in a hurry.

“Almost,” Harry said. In truth he wanted to hear the rest of the song, and he was thinking about Hermione as he did.

…
And all other people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you

“Okay, ready,” He said and stood up. “Ready to shop to you drop?”

“You bet.”

They walked down the street, stopping a few times to look into windows. One store they looked at for ties had a dress shop next door to it, and Harry got Hermione's attention.

“I bet you'd rather be in there?”

“I already have a dress,” she said sweetly.

“I know. But don't girls like to look at dresses. I mean suits are easy to pick. Wanna know what I did when Tonks took me shopping?”

“What?” Hermione asked, laughing already.

“I stood in the centre of the store and spun around with my eyes closed and said 'that one'. Tonks almost had a fit; it was a horrible brown thing. And so she chose for me. Black.”

“Nice choice.”

“Yeah, I think it was just down there,” Harry said pointing down a street. “Um - ”He struggled to remember “Richard E. Lowe?” Have you heard of them?” He asked her.

“Of COURSE I have! Everyone has. They're very exclusive.”

“I think the `E' stands for expensive,” Harry quipped and they laughed. As they walked Harry found he was right, and they stood outside the store. “Shall we?”

They walked up the stairs and into the obviously very upmarket tailor. Wonderful suits lined the shelves and Hermione was in awe. IF Harry had a suit from here she couldn't wait to see him in it.

They were alone in the store and Harry went instantly to a tie rack. “Pink?” Harry asked holding out a tie. Sure it was pink, but there was a problem with it. It was a fluorescent pink that was hideous.

“No.” Hermione said simply.

“What? Does it have to match your dress EXACTLY?”

“That's the idea.”

“God, I hope my shoes are the right shade of black.” Harry found another tie and held it out; pink with yellow dots. Hermione rolled her eyes.

The stiff and formal Manager approached them both, looking grim.

“May I help you?” He asked as he looked down his nose at Hermione and Harry. Harry didn't want to be here any more.

“Um” Harry began “I bought a suit from here and I'm looking for a tie to go with it.”

The Manager scoffed and looked sceptical. “Really? You bought one of OUR suits?”

Harry wanted to be here even less now but he nodded.

The Manager walked back around the counter towards the sales terminal. “Then your name will be on our file,” He said with a sarcastic grin. “Which is - - ?”

Harry paused, not understanding. “Harry Potter,” He said simply. The one saving grace was that his name meant nothing to Muggles.

Hermione, listening to every word frowned and walked over to Harry.

The Manager typed in Harry's name and looked startled to see it was in fact on file.

“Ah, yes,” He said, slightly shocked. “My apologies, so you did. Um, yes, I see that purchase, please come with me.”

He led them into a back room Harry hadn't noticed.

“Why, what's so special about here?” Harry asked, seeing suits and ties and shirts”

“This is where we bring our VIP customers. A much better selection.”

Hermione fought down her anger as Harry spoke again. “Who said anything about VIP? I'm no-one special, just Harry.” `Just Harry' is all he ever wanted to be.

The Manager didn't seem to hear and was showing off some expensive suit so Harry turned to Hermione. “Tell him. Tell him I'm no-one special!”

“Harry when you get a suit that isn't cheap they treat you like a VIP, its all about money in here.”

“Money isn't everything!”

“For them it is.”

Harry shrugged. “Well at least we'll find what we need.”

The Manager now addressed Hermione “Do you know what shade of pink you'll require?”

She spent a few minutes in conversation and the Manager typed on another terminal, some kind of colour matching software. Hermione indicated the colour and he returned with a simple pink tie, the exact shade they needed. He also showed them a matching handkerchief in the same colour..

“I already have handkerchiefs,” Harry said and now the Manager smiled; suppressing a laugh.

“Sir, one needs a handkerchief that matches the tie. White simply won't do"

Harry shrugged. “Okay, how much?”

The price was given and Harry whistled. Even in pounds, not galleons, Harry knew it was a lot.

The Manager handed Harry a gold business card as the transaction was completed. “And this is one of our gold VIP cards, be sure to show this next time.”

Harry turned and a minute later he and Hermione were standing on the street again.

“What was that?” He asked her. “Judging people by what they look like?”

Hermione nodded.

“Well we still have time to just look around.”

The walked into a few more stores and Harry was surprised that Hermione found him some wonderfully scented aftershave and a new leather wallet. He tried to stop her but she insisted. Pointing out she wanted him to smell nice, and the new wallet had provision for him to have a special photo. That made him relent, and he thanked her with a kiss.

They walked past the next store but something caught his eye; something pink.

Hermione saw it too, a pair of beautiful pink formal shoes, with sparkling butterfly patterns.

“Hey!” Harry started and removed the tie from its bag. He looked at the tie, and then the shoes quickly; same shade. The EXACT same shade. “Come on!” He said to Hermione but she stood firm.

“I have shoes.”

“I know, but you love these, right?”

She had to agree and nodded.

“Come on”

Harry walked in alone and a helpful assistant was with him. Harry explained what he wanted to see, Hermione reluctantly joined him. “What size?” Harry asked and she sighed. She LOVED the shoes but didn't want Harry to go to any trouble for her.

“Six.”

The assistant went to get the size in question and Harry laughed.

“What?”

“SIX? I'm size eleven.”

Hermione grinned. “I know.”

Hermione tried the shoes on and she fell in love with them instantly. They felt wonderful would match her dress and Harry perfectly. Better still the heels brought her up to almost Harry's height.

“I won't have to reach on tip-toe now to kiss you,” she purred.

“As long as I still get kisses. Now I'm buying these for you.”

She was aghast. “You can't!”

“I can.”

“But you've already spent too much on me,” she looked again at her sparkling bracelet.

“That doesn't count. It was a Birthday present. Besides, you bought me my wallet and aftershave.”

“You paid for the aftershave.”

“You picked it, now we're even.” Harry grinned and turned to the shop assistant. “Sorry, we're arguing about who is paying.”

The pretty shop assistant smiled. “Those are the kind of arguments I like.”

Harry grinned. “I won.” Handing over the money he took the package and they walked together again, hand-in-hand.

“Now you won't have to go back to school first,” Harry pointed out.

She beamed. “I guess not.”

“Hey, why don't you go home with Dad anyway? You can catch up on what's been happening at home on the way. You can tell he misses you, just seeing the way he smiles.”

Hermione smiled, and kissed Harry's cheek for being so considerate.

“I'll floo back to McGonagall myself,” He told her. “And tell her you've gone home with Dad.”

Hermione liked that idea, every time she didn't have to floo was just fine by her. She hated it for the mess it made.

***

Harry wasn't sure how much aftershave to wear, so he decided to just use a little. Too much, he decided would be too much, and he splashed the fragrance Hermione had picked out for him upon his cheeks as he took another look at himself in the mirror. Not normally given to self vanity he wanted only to look at his best, because he knew Mione would look stunning. She did that so easily, and he wanted to look at his best, for her. He was hungry, but knew better to eat before going out to dinner. In fact Harry was more than hungry, he was starving; where was Dobbi or Winki with their bacon sandwiches when you needed them?

Harry had grabbed a quick bite when he flooed back from the Ministry of Magic this afternoon, but since then he hadn't eaten. He flew around the Quidditch practice pitch on his own for a little while, to settle his excitement over what would happen later, and he played a few games of Wizard Chess with Ron in the Great Hall until Headmistress McGonagall had sent word that she wanted Ronald Weasley in her office pronto. Ginny had been sent to collect him and was told not to let him out of her sight, before the two Weasleys departed in the direction of the spiral staircase. Harry laughed briefly at the time, wondering what trouble Ron was in, and then felt guilty. Ron was still his best friend, other than Hermione of course. Well Hermione was more than just a friend now. She was everything to him. She was in his heart and his head twenty four hours a day; she was every smile he ever had and every song he heard. Spending time alone with her today was already the highlight for him. They were just natural together; even Hermione's parents saw that. And for Harry's part, they were as close to being parents for him as well.

Dan and Emma Granger knew Harry's background, knew everything about him, and about his relationship with their only daughter. Harry was more than fine with that. He had no secrets with Hermione, at all, and knew how close she was with her mother. Harry was proud that he could look both her parents in the eye; he had no regrets, and they both knew how much he loved their daughter. They had seen for themselves.

As Harry took a last look in the mirror, he turned around again to wonder where everybody was. It was six thirty and he was running a few minutes late; he was supposed to be in McGonagall's office by now but dinner in the Great Hall should have already ended. Normally by now Ron or Neville or someone would be around. Perhaps they were in the common room and he would have to suffer their taunts as he made his way down. Harry was wearing his suit; the only one he owned. It was a smart black formal suit, with a crisp, clean white shirt and the tie they had bought together earlier. He had spent several minutes trying to get the tie to sit straight but it would have no part in it. Harry didn't think it would matter if he spent another hour trying; obviously there was something wrong with the tie. If Harry spent any more time he WOULD be late, and that wouldn't look good. So he made his way down the stairs from his dorm room and through the Gryffindor common room. He stopped when he made the common room, and the handful of Gryffindors there all stopped too. All conversation stopped; all eyes were on him.

Someone said something and a few started laughing good naturedly, but Harry judged by the reaction of a few of the girls that he must look at least alright. Here was stunned silence after the laughter died down.

“WOW!” Natalie McDonald said as she walked toward him. “What's the occasion?” She was a sandy haired girl with fair complexion and rumour had it she was blindingly fast with her disarming spells. She had managed to get Ron's wand from him more than once.

“Hi Nat! Um - - dinner. Sorry I can't tell you more.”

“Oh?” she sounded disappointed and spent some time admiring Harry from toe to messy hair and back down again. “Wait till Hermione sees you.”

At the mention of her name Harry grinned. “I can't wait to see her, she will be stunning.”

More laughter broke out and Natalie spoke again, with a frown. “What have you done with your tie?” she asked him, as she started to adjust it.

“Um - - something's wrong with it.”

In less time than it took Harry to say that it now sat perfectly and was satisfied to see Natalie smiled.

“Sorry. I'm not being rude but I'm already late.” Harry took a quick look to see Ron, Neville and a few others weren't here. Perhaps they were in the library or maybe, knowing Ron, he was still in trouble.

Harry walked down the stairs and heard a very un-ladylike wolf whistle as he made the landing at the top of the stairs that would lead him to the ground floor. He turned and saw the portrait of the Fat Lady checking him out. Harry turned to address her. “Sorry, I'm late.”

“Pity,” The Fat Woman said. All the good ones are either married, gay or dead.”

“Hey! I'm none of the above!”

Harry walked quickly down the stairs and now saw more people stopping to gawk. By now Harry didn't even have time to stop to apologise that he didn't have time to stop. He walked fast with wide strides towards McGonagall's office. Just as he got there he looked down and saw that one if his perfectly shiny black shoes had a spot on it, and he stopped as he tried to buff it against the back of one of his trouser legs. As he did he was about to utter the password that would gain him entrance to McGonagall's office when the spiral staircases started to move. No doubt Headmistress McGonagall deciding she was not going to allow Harry to be any later and she must have come looking for him.

The first thing Harry saw was the cute pink painted toenails that belonged not to Headmistress McGonagall, but to someone else. She saw him, as she stood at the top of the stairs and smiled. Harry looked up, slowly, from toes to the shoes he and Hermione had found together. He briefly stopped at the pink dress which simply took his breath away. He looked up, noticed the diamond and pink sapphire bracelet but kept looking up, past the bare shoulders and slender neck, until he saw her face. Hermione wasn't pretty. She wasn't beautiful or even stunning, she was beyond that. The expression drop-dead-gorgeous didn't even come close. She was beyond all of that. She was incredible, a dream, an image he could never have expected in all his life!

As Hermione saw his reaction, her beaming smile spread across her entire face, and that just made her look even more amazing. Harry had stopped dead in his tracks, and decided if he were to die this instant that would be alright with him. He had seen her looking more beautiful than surely any woman EVER had before. He had only enough self control left to ensure his jaw didn't hang open at the sight of her, but it was a close thing.

“Harry,” she said breathlessly, and Harry's heart skipped a beat to hear this vision of loveliness use his name. It sounded like music. “You are gorgeous!”

Harry smiled “WOW! Mione, you're - - I mean you look - -, er - - WOW! Did I already say that?”

She laughed as she slowly descended a few more steps, turning slightly to allow him to see the full effect. The back of the long silky pink gown showed off her bare skin from the small of her back up to the shoulders. Her skin shone, as did her eyes and he felt himself being led toward her by his heart. All reason had long since departed him.

His heart swelled with pride as he walked to her, his arms instinctively surrounding her waist and drawing her close to him. He couldn't wait any longer; he kissed her, deeply and just as instinctively Hermione's arms circled his neck and drew him nearer. Whatever mind he had left was now gone. He was hers, for ever and for always.

He stood back briefly to admire her smile, her makeup and the way she and her mother had set her hair. “Wow!” he said again.

“Wow yourself,” she replied. “Harry you have never looked better,” and Harry grinned.

“YOU should talk”

“Come on, we're late,” She told him and gently took his hand in her own, leading him up the remaining steps into McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall turned at the sound of Hermione returning so soon and her normal slight scowl faded completely when she saw him. Harry knew then that he must have done better than an average job of getting ready.

“Mister Potter!” McGonagall spoke surprisingly. “I must say I am impressed!'

“Don't thank me, Hermione made all the difference,” Harry said quickly and squeezed her hand as he took the opportunity to look at her again. Suddenly he wasn't hungry. Suddenly he wasn't anything; he could spend the rest of the evening looking at Hermione and that would suit him just fine.”

“Well you're late I have to admit, but only just fashionably so,” McGonagall said.

“Hold on,” Hermione cried, looking at Harry. Something was wrong. She frowned. Something wasn't quite perfect. “Where is your handkerchief?”

Of all the questions Hermione could have asked him at that point; the whereabouts of his handkerchief was the one he least expected.

“Here?” he said withdrawing the neatly folded pink handkerchief from his trouser pocket. Did she expect that he would have forgotten it?

“What's it doing there?” she asked gently taking it from him.

“Where else do you expect me to put it? In my shoe?”

“You may as well,” She answered as she folded the piece of cloth in a strange way and placed it in the breast pocket of his jacket. “Your pocket, your shoe; either way you can't see it.” She poked it in so half was left visible against his suit. Two small triangles of pink fabric which perfectly matched his tie and her dress.

McGonagall nodded approvingly. “You have your hands full with him,” the Headmistress said and now it was Hermione's turn to nod.

“I know,” Hermione answered with a grin as she looked Harry up and down. “But he's worth the effort!”

“Ok, stand together and I'll Apparate you both there directly,” McGonagall said firmly.

Harry moved close to Hermione, VERY close and again his arms held her waist “No problem!”

Hermione giggled and McGonagall's scowl returned. Well so much for that. “Mister Potter, for the last time I ask you to be mindful of everything I said to you this afternoon!”

“I will Headmistress McGonagall. Best behaviour, polite at all times - - “

“Good!” McGonagall raised her wand and prepared to send Harry and Hermione direct to where the dinner would take place.

Harry spoke again. “And I'm not to fart - - “

CRACK

CRACK

The first thing Harry saw was Ron. Ron Weasley.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked as Hermione looked around. They were standing in a large, magnificent hall with impressive marble columns. Gold framed works of art lined the walls and Hermione had no doubt they were all originals. At one end of the hall stood a sweeping staircase. Hermione had an idea, a very good one, where she was. But she couldn't believe it.

Above an exquisite marble mantelpiece stood a bust of a historical figure Harry did not know; but was to discover later that evening he was the builder of not only the room but the entire building they stood in. Looking around Harry and Hermione were surprised to see twenty to thirty people standing around, most of them familiar. In fact they both knew almost all of them. Most were wearing Hogwarts formal robes. All except Ronald Weasley. Ron stood before Harry, wearing a blue suit that looked only a little too large, a matching blue shirt and a blue/green tie. He looked better than he ever had in his whole life. On his elbow was a glowing Luna Lovegood, whose eyes shone as radiantly as her smile. Hermione herself smiled to see how often Luna looked at Ron out of the corner of her eye.

“We're here for the same reason you are mate,” Ron replied.

“Is that the - - ,” Harry began, looking at a robed man near the stairs. He was joined by a woman; no doubt his wife; dressed similarly in robes.

“The Minister of Magic? Yep. That's him,” Ron said.

CRACK

Professor McGonagall had Apparated to a spot a few meters from where Harry and Hermione just appeared.

“Bloody hell!” Ron cried.

“Mister Weas - - .” Before Harry could laugh Mc Gonagall was interrupted by the appearance of a man and a woman, slowly descending the stairs and all eyes were on them; all except Harry's. Harry was looking around at the familiar faces. Terry Boot was here, as was Cho Chang, both from Ravenclaw. Zacharias Smith, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbot, and even Ginny was here. Harry suddenly knew what was going on. This was the D.A; Dumbledore's Army; all of whom were with him on the night Voldemort and his Death Eaters had been destroyed.

The woman, accompanied by a uniformed tall man, were both halfway down the stairs, moving slowly; regally. Harry chuckled as he saw Hermione's open mouth. Of all those present, Hermione was the only one hadn't known beforehand who it was that had invited them here.

A decoratively dressed attendant walking several paces ahead of the couple stopped at the entrance of the Great Hall and spoke.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip!”

Inexplicably, the Hogwarts students had formed themselves silently into a line, more or less straight and the Queen and Prince Phillip slowly walked down the line, greeting each and every visitor. The royal couple stopped at each person, and were introduced by Headmistress McGonagall, herself changed into a formal robe and looking splendid. Each student, no doubt pre warned by a protocol officer had answered politely, addressing the royal pair correctly. The Queen greeted each of them as if they were long time friends, and she asked a few questions, before moving into the next. Harry could see Ron was getting more and more nervous as the Queen and Prince moved ever closer. To his dying day Harry had no idea how it was that he found himself at the very end of the line, with Hermione at his side, and Ron next to her.

As the Queen approached closer, it was now Luna Lovegood's turn to curtsey and engage in small talk. Ron now was even more nervous, and started fidgeting.

“Tell him to stop it!” Harry whispered to Hermione.

“Ron, relax!”

“Easy for you to say,” Ron replied. “It will be - `so YOU'RE Ron Weasley - OFF WITH HIS HEAD!' ” and Harry started laughing.

As Harry laughed, it became infectious for as the Queen now moved now to face Ron, Ron was likewise laughing.

To see Ron's laughter made the Queen smile warmly herself.

“Ronald Weasley,” McGonagall said to Her Majesty, and stood back to give Ron a scowl that was meant for him to stop laughing. He did, but only just.

“Welcome to Buckingham Palace Mr Weasley,” The Queen said with a wide, genuine smile.

“Er - um, thanks,” Ron replied. Any protocol he had been taught in the last thirty minutes well and truly out the window.

The Queen smiled again at Ron's informal reply. “I hope you are hungry,” she said.

Ron, finding himself in conversation about his favourite subject; food; relaxed. “Bloody Oa - - .”

McGonagall's scowl went to Defcon one before Ron quickly corrected himself.

“Er - yes Your Majesty.”

The Queen's eyes were now sparkling. “Good. I'm not a fan of stuffy occasions. I hope you can all relax and enjoy yourselves this evening.”

She moved to the next in line.

“Hermione Granger,” McGonagall said and Hermione curtsied as she'd seen the others do.

The Queen looked at Hermione and smiled like a proud old Aunt would. “You look radiant my dear.”

“Thank you your Majesty. This is such an honour!”

“From what your Minister of Magic has spent this afternoon telling me, I fear the honour is mine.”

The Queen took another step.

“Harry Potter,” McGonagall said, and all eyes in the room were on him.

Harry bowed politely. “Your Majesty.”

She smiled again. “Mister Potter, welcome to Buckingham Palace.”

“Thank you, your Majesty.”

She paused and grinned. “I hope you can say something other than `Your Majesty'.” Prince Phillip laughed; he'd no doubt heard this line many times.

Harry bowed again. “Yes your Ma - - Um, I think so,” He said, checking himself.

She smiled at him and he smiled back. Her smile was one that anyone who met her would long remember.

“Do you eat with your mouth open?” she asked Harry and her eyes danced with delight. These weren't the normal sorts of people she was often forced to dine with. These were spirited, friendly, happy young adults. There wasn't a pompous, stuck-up nose in sight.

“Never your Majesty!” Harry replied.

“Good, because you're sitting next to me. As guest of honour; one of three guests of honour in fact.” She smiled warmly at Harry, Hermione and then Ron.

The Queen and Prince Phillip turned and walked in the direction of what would be the dining room, and all present followed; all but Harry. Two hands reached out and grabbed him by a shoulder each; Professor McGonagall and Sir William Thackery, protocol officer.

“Wha - -” Harry started but instantly stopped.

“You DO realise Mister Potter - -,” McGonagall started but it was Sir William who explained in hushed tones.

“As guest of honour, it falls to you to stand and make a toast to the Queen.”

Harry looked in horror between Sir William and Professor McGonagall. “You're kidding right?”

“No Joke Mr Potter,” McGonagall explained. As Harry looked he saw a now laughing Hermione and Ron follow the rest of the guests to dinner.

“Try not to stuff it up,” Sir William said, smiling. “It'd be a pity to have to send you to the Tower.”

Harry's face drained of colour.

***

Harry took his place between Hermione and the Queen. Ron sat alongside Hermione with Luna at Ron's side, still glowing. Alongside her husband the Minister of Magic sat, with his wife and Professor McGonagall. For his part Ron was pleased that McGonagall was well and truly out of earshot. He just may survive this evening.

Looking down at all the glassware and numerous sets of cutlery, stemware, linen napkins and various table settings and decorations, Ron's confidence deserted him.

“How many forks do you need?” Ron asked in what he meant to be a whisper. Neville, sitting opposite laughed.

“Easy Ron, start from the outside and work in,” Neville said, and Ginny, sitting next to Neville nodded.

“How do you know?” Ron asked.

“Gran always has dinner parties,” Neville explained. “Just follow my lead.”

Ron thought about that. Maybe he WOULD survive the evening without disgracing himself.

“Am I allowed to use my hands?” Ron asked and Ginny almost fainted with embarrassment.

“Ron - if you even - - - !!!”

“Easy Ginny,” Harry interrupted. “Ron, no hands! Best manners, cutlery from the outside in, and I'll point out which glass is for what. If you even reach for your plate I'll be forced to hex you.”

“No, that will be my job!” Ginny added and those who heard the exchange laughed.

“But what if its corn or something you HAVE to eat with your hands?”

“Ron,” Hermione said quietly. “Behave. No hands!” Hermione shot a dazzling smile at Harry; HER Harry. She had no idea how it all happened, but her birthday had become a magical evening she would NEVER forget.

The first course started at once. Silver bowls of soup were delivered by impeccably dressed servants, and each bowl was filled with the correct amount of a rich creamy soup. Ron waited and used the correct spoon, eating the same way everyone else did. “Can I - -“

“Don't even think about it!” Ginny said and they laughed again.

They ate in silence, enjoying the soup.

“Hermione,” Harry whispered to her.

“Yes?” Hermione smiled at Harry, no beamed. This night was more than she ever could have expected.

“This is the surprise I couldn't mention.”

She laughed. “I gathered. How long have you known?”

“A couple of days.”

The Queen looked Hermione's way, but Harry didn't notice. She joined the conversation as if she had always been meant to.

“And you didn't mention it to anyone?” She asked Harry.

“Couldn't! Headmistr - -” and Harry turned his head to see that the questioner was in fact Her Majesty. At his instant discomfort everyone laughed. “Um,” And Harry was blushing. “I mean Headmistress McGonagall explained I couldn't mention it to anyone. Not Ron, Mione, no-one!”

“Mione?” the Queen asked confused. Again laughter; gain Harry blushed.

“Sorry, I meant Hermione.”

The Queen nodded, understanding.

“Came close though.” Harry turned to Hermione “I almost told your Dad. I mean he sensed it was something big.”

“How?” Prince Phillip asked. He too like everyone else was following the conversation.

Harry shrugged. “I told him it was something big.”

Laughter. Even McGonagall's face had softened considerably at this exchange.

“But I didn't know everyone else would be here,” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Neville joined in. “We have you to thank for that Harry. Thanks mate!”

Harry shook his head. “Sorry Nev, this is one thing I can't take the credit for. Mione whatever anyone else tells you, I had nothing to do with this.”

Soup was removed quickly and efficiently, replaced with almost magic speed by an appetising light salad.

“Not strictly correct Mr Potter,” McGonagall said.

Harry turned his head sharply to see McGonagall smiling, for the first time that anyone had known.

“I understand,” the Queen said “That Mister Potter made it known that he shouldn't be thanked alone for the events of that evening. In fact, I believe his sentiment was that Mr Longbottom's Grandmother was justifiably proud of what Neville did that night,” the Queen smiled at Neville, and Neville smiled back. “Along with the family of everyone present. Naturally I had to agree and invite you all.”

All smiled; everyone that was there that night the Dark Lord had been dispatched with most of his Death Eaters would never forget. Every single Death Eater that lived, chief among them Lucius Malfoy, had been sentenced to life sentences at Azkaban. Draco alone would be released in perhaps four more years.

“And on that score - -” the Queen smiled at Neville again, “This afternoon I wrote to your grandmother Neville. I have thanked her for your brave role on that night.” She looked about them all. Smiling at every single one of them.

“Thirteen brave souls that risked their own lives to defeat a darkness that would have swept the entire world. You all have the gratitude of your Queen, and your nation.”

Silence filled the table. All grinned, equally proud of what they had done. Whoever said thirteen was an unlucky number? “Fourteen letters,” she finished.

Harry spoke up when no-one else would. “Fourteen? Your Majesty?”

She nodded. “I'm afraid they may not arrive until tomorrow. I understand we have yet to make use of your - - what do you call it?” she addressed the Minister. “Owl post?”

The thirteen Hogwarts students laughed.

“Yes your majesty,” Rufus Scrimgour confirmed, and smiled.

An attendant wearing a formal tunic, white gloves and carrying a silver platter walked to the table. The Queen thanked him took an official looking rolled up parchment that was resting on it.

“Our thanks also go to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.” The queen handed the scroll to Headmistress McGonagall who bowed and smiled with genuine pleasure.

The Queen spoke again. “Does your fine school already have some sort of distinctive award?”

McGonagall nodded. “Yes your Majest - - “

Ron interrupted without thought. “The House Cup, only it's called - - “

Everyone laughed as Ron too late realised he should have remained silent.

“Thank you Mister Weasley,” McGonagall spoke firmly. “I hadn't as it turns out forgotten. Yes your Majesty, the House cup is awarded each year to the house that has shown itself most worthy.”

“Perhaps an individual prize then?” the Queen asked.

McGonagall's face brightened considerably. Such an award would bring great prestige to the school.

“Your Majesty, that would be most kind.”

“The Queen's Prize then? To the student who has earned the most scholastic distinction? With an appropriate financial incentive and trophy of course. With your permission headmistress, I would be proud to attend any appropriate function your school has planned and would make the presentation personally.” The Queen handed the letter of thanks to Headmistress McGonagall who bowed politely.

Hermione sat straight up in her chair. She reached for and grabbed, no SQUEEZED Harry's hand.

“You could save yourself the trip and give it to Hermione now,” Ron muttered too loud. Once again everyone (except Hermione this time) laughed.

The Queen looked at Hermione, and eased Hermione's embarrassment by smiling. Once again, a kind soft smile, the smile of a caring Monarch. “So I've already been informed,” and this time she winked at Hermione.

Harry leant across the table. “Bad luck Colin's not here Nev. He could have taken photos.”

“Yeah,” Neville agreed.

“Perhaps I can assist there,” Prince Phillip said. “After dinner the royal photographer will be most happy to take some photographs, as a memento of the evening. For everyone.”

Everyone sat up at that offer, and the Queen nodded to Sir William, who bowed politely, as he departed, to fetch the photographer.

“Your Majesty?” Neville asked and she smiled. “We have always been told we should hide our secret from Muggles. Magic I mean.”

She smiled again “Muggles,” she said as if she was trying the word out for size. “Yes Neville, I understand. But from time-to-time the Minister of Magic frequently advises the Muggle Prime Minister, who of course advises me.”

Neville nodded, but looked around at all the servants, all of whom now knew their secret.

Rufus Scrimgour spoke out. “May I, your Majesty?”

She nodded, anticipating his request and the Minister of Magic addressed Neville, then everyone present.

“The Ministry of Magic, and in fact the entire Magical world is still of the belief that at this time it is still prudent to keep the secret of Magic away from Muggles. Except for those at the highest levels of Government. But from time to time it becomes necessary to hide any evidence of our existence. Say for instance when a flying car is seen by Muggles on a clear London day; something I'm sure Her Majesty will agree would be - - awkward to explain with conventional methods.”

Harry and Ron went white; the significance of the Minister's words was not lost on them. But instead of looking angry as they expected him to do, he smiled at both boys. “When incidents like that arise, we cast disillusionment spells so that Muggles forget they have seen anything out of the ordinary at all.

The Queen smiled. This was of course well known to her.

“And,” The Queen continued to Neville directly, “Everyone you see here today, will after midnight, simply not remember a thing.”

“Not everyone though?” Neville asked looking at the Queen. All the other Hogwarts students groaned, surely no-one was THAT thick!

“No,” She replied sweetly. “Not everyone.”

“Um - - ” Ron started, but couldn't put his thoughts into words.

The Queen turned to him, waiting for him to finish.

“Your Majesty, I know you must do heaps of interviews with the press - - .”

She smiled “Not as it turns out. I don't make that many interviews.”

“Oh!” Ron said disappointed.

“What are you doing?” Harry whispered in Ron's direction.

“But I was thinking, if you were going to come to the school to present the award, you could maybe give an interview to The Quibbler?”

The Queen looked at her Husband who also had not heard of that publication.

Ron continued “I mean you probably haven't ever given an interview to one of the publications used by the Magic world?”

Her face softened, and she smiled again.

“No, I regret not.”

“Well Luna's father is the editor of The Quibbler. I'm sure he'd die to interview you. I mean you are our Queen as well aren't you?”

She smiled, saw Ron's point and looked around the table. Luna's face was almost ready to explode in smile. She couldn't believe Ron was doing this for her.

“Yes,” Her Majesty said. “I believe that is true.”

“That's a yes?” Ron asked bluntly.

She smiled, nodded “I would be happy to. That's a yes.”

Luna could restrain herself no longer. She kissed Ron's cheek, causing his face to become the same colour as his flaming red hair. Her father would probably kiss Ron himself when he found out what the Queen had just agreed to.

The salad had been replaced with a pasta dish. Harry looked down to see a perfect coil of spaghetti lying under a fragrant tomato sauce, and instantly looked to Ron. There was no way Ron would be able to eat this normally. He never had. At the Gryffindor table they all groaned when spaghetti had been served; Ron managed to get it everywhere, even in his hair.

As Harry looked at Ron, who was about to tuck in, Harry noticed something. “Um, Ron?”

“Yeah?”

“That's my tie isn't it?”

Ginny groaned and Ron smiled. “Yep! You don't mind do you?”

“No.”

Ron laughed and looked down at his suit. “This is Bill's. Mum put it all on.”

“I bet,” Harry said and both boys laughed while the girls rolled their eyes, but it was Ginny that spoke.

“He had a perfectly good tie on when we all Apparated back to the castle.” Ginny turned to Harry. “What do you think the first thing he did when he got back?”

Harry paused. “Got something all over his tie?”

Nodding from Ginny and Ron and Hermione groaned.

“Pumpkin juice,” Ron explained. “Sorry, but I had to borrow yours.”

“No problem, it matches the shirt.”

Luna spoke up. “Doesn't Ron look amazing?”

The girls laughed and Harry looked down at the dish before his best friend. Ron started to eat but Luna stopped him, and whispered into Ron's ear, and Harry took the opportunity to whisper to Hermione.

“Can you get spaghetti sauce stains out of ties?”

Hermione wrinkled her nose as she laughed; looked at the dish and Harry's tie around Ron's neck.

“Almost never,” She answered and Harry laughed with her.

“Oh well, promise me you'll go tie shopping with me next time.”

“ANY shopping you need to do Harry, you only need to ask.”

As Luna finished whispering to Ron, he nodded and delicately placed his fork in the centre of the pasta, and with his left hand used the correct spoon and placed it against the tines of the fork, turning it. As he did spaghetti was expertly collected around the fork, and he placed it into his mouth. No mess, no sauce spilled. Harry couldn't believe it.

“Luna?” Harry said to the blonde girl who smiled back. “How would you like to be an honorary Gryffindor back at Hogwarts when they serve this? Somehow you can make him eat like he's almost civilized.”

Luna beamed. “Thank you Harry.” And she looked at Ron. She would enjoy spending every meal sitting beside Ronald Weasley.

Cho Chang spoke up. “Well if we are going to swap students , I know Ravenclaw would be happy to extend the same invitation to you Hermione; make you one of us.”

She grinned. “That is so kind, what a wonderful thing to say.” Hermione was quite taken by Cho's gesture until Ginny pricked that balloon.

“Don't listen to her Hermione,” Ginny said quickly “She KNOWS Harry would come with you!”

“Hey!” Hermione cried, looking between Cho and her laughing boyfriend. Cho's guilty expression confirmed what Ginny had said.

Cho shrugged “You can't blame me for trying. Besides, you ARE smarter than most of us. You should have been put in Ravenclaw.”

Hermione looked at the girl and smiled, seeing this compliment was genuine.

Ron had finished the pasta and not a single drop of sauce was spilled.

“I mean it Luna,” Harry said. “We'll save a spot at our table for you, next to him.”

“Poor Luna,” Ginny said and now they all laughed.

The pasta had been replaced with a main course of chicken, which had also been removed. As attendants brought the last course, desert to the dining room Harry looked down to see a wonderfully prepared passionfruit gelato but movement caught his eye. Sir William had motioned to him, this was the moment.

“You'll visit me in the tower?” Harry whispered to Ron.

“Hell I'll probably be joining you.”

Harry stood, and picked up a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling apple juice, a beverage Harry was now quite keen on.

“Ladies and Gentlemen - -. “ Harry said firmly as he pointed in the direction of Her Majesty. “The Queen!” Harry completed the simple toast as he had been told and drank a little from his glass. Everyone followed his cue and the Queen smiled as she accepted the toast.

Harry sat and silently let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding.

Hermione kissed his cheek, and squeezed his hand under the table. Sir William, standing to the side caught Harry's attention and winked; perfect!

“Easy!” Ron said as he started to eat his desert.

“Yeah? Well next time you do it, when she comes to the Castle.”

Ron looked at the Queen, and Hermione. “Let Hermione do it; SHE'LL be collecting the Queen's Prize.”

Hermione stiffened again, as if she had suddenly been reminded. Harry could feel her squeezing his hand hard, no doubt it would take many hours after this evening for him to settle her nerves. It would be like exam time times twenty.

“Besides,” Ron continued. “If I did it I WOULD be in the Tower.”

“Don't be daft. They don't even use that any more,” Harry said.

“Course they do. Your Majesty?”

All eyes looked to Ron, and then the Queen, and all conversation stopped as it was clear Ron had impolitely interrupted whatever she had been saying to her husband. She smiled, looked to Ron.

“Yes?”

Ron suddenly grew nervous, realising his bad manners and McGonagall's eyes looked daggers at him.

“Um - Sorry, but - um. Do you still use the Tower? For prisoners I mean?”

She smiled as titters of laughter came from the Prince, the Minister and the Minister's wife. She looked toward Sir William Thackery, as if asking him to answer.

Sir William looked at Ron. “Delivered the guest towels myself just this morning.”

Now everyone but Ron laughed. Ron hit Harry on the shoulder. “See! I told you!”

Harry laughed harder, and pushed his untouched desert towards Ron. “Here, you can have mine if it keeps you quiet.”

More laughter and Ron accepted Harry's desert. “Thanks!”

Three more bowls of desert were likewise pushed in Ron's direction and he accepted them all with the same gusto.

“Wow. Thanks everyone!”

The meal complete, even Ron looked satisfied. Several courses and four deserts had finished him off.

“Couldn't eat another thing,” Ron said.

“Oh?” Harry asked surprised.

“Nope! Not even if you brought me chocolate ca - - “

A large chocolate cake was carried in on a trolley; it was far too large for even several attendants to carry. As it was wheeled around the back of the table and brought closer to Harry, he saw the significance. Elaborate pink and white icing and decoration sat upon the cake, with candles. Centre of the cake were the words `Happy Birthday Hermione' and Hermione's jaw dropped. She looked around and saw the Queen smile.

“When weheard it was your birthday, we simply couldn't let the day go without observing the proper celebration.

Hermione was shocked and looked as if she was about to cry. She looked between the Queen and Harry.

Once more Harry felt he had to defend himself. “I had NOTHING to do with it!”

She didn't believe him. Somehow, by magic or not, Harry had caused this to happen. Just as he had managed to have all of their friends to be here.

The candles were lit and it was the Queen herself who started the song.

“Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to - - “ as the Birthday song sung out, with everyone joining in, Hermione looked to Harry whose eyes were looking at her as proudly as it was possible to do so.

She blew out the candles as the song ended, everyone applauded when not a candle remained alit.

A servant handed her a fancy knife, and prompted her to make the first cut.

“If it comes out with cake on it you have to kiss a boy,” Cho said and everyone laughed.

“I don't think it would have mattered either way,” Ginny quipped. More laughter.

“Nope!” Hermione answered. Harry was getting a great big kiss regardless of whether the knife was clean or not. As it turned out it wasn't, and Harry got his kiss; the first of many.

Everyone laughed as the cake was wheeled away, to be cut up and served minutes later.

Ron looked at the thick, rich chocolate cake before him and groaned. He knew he would pay later for this but he started to eat.

***

The clock chimed Eleven as The Queen and Prince Phillip began to walk among her guests, thanking one and all for coming. Sir William had been giving Harry and Hermione a guided tour of the art, and Harry could see how very interested Hermione was. As Her Majesty approached the couple turned.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Harry said and bowed slightly.

“Harry,” the Queen said, for the first time using his given name. “It is we who thank you. Believe me; the Minister was most emphatic with his praise.”

“Not just me, Your Majesty,” Harry started but she held her gloved hand up.

“He also said you would say that. Thank you again, Harry, Hermione. Hermione, once again we both wish you a Happy Birthday.” The Queen looked at the clock. “It is a pity you only have an hour left of it.”

Hermione nodded and the Royal couple departed. McGonagall started collecting everyone together, prior to begin returning them to the castle. As Headmistress McGonagall approached Harry was happy to see she was smiling.

“Well Mister Potter. That went very well.”

“Didn't it?” Harry agreed. “A wonderful dinner, birthday cake and Ron didn't get himself chucked into the Tower.”

McGonagall turned her head as she heard a loud belch, who else but Ron. Ron was laughing, as was Luna who was holding his hand.

“There's still time for that yet. Anyway, - - “

McGonagall turned to Hermione, holding Harry's hand. “How would you like to spend the rest of this evening and tomorrow at home, with your parents?”

Hermione grinned, another surprise! She turned to look at Harry and realised McGonagall had only said her.

“Yes, him too. Take him and keep him out of trouble.”

Now Harry looked shocked. “But will it - ?”

“Yes,” McGonagall answered. “I already mentioned it to Mr and Mrs Granger. You'll find they are expecting you both.”

Harry grinned. “Neat!”

“I'll pick you up Monday morning then?” they nodded

“Um - Headmistress McGonagall?”

“Yes Harry?”

“Did you say you told Hermione's parents she was having dinner with the Queen?”

“That is correct.”

“Um - but we were told to say nothing to no-one.”

Professor McGonagall gave a wry grin. As it turned out no-one HAD said a word, and she was quite pleased. “That was for students Mr Potter. Not Headmistresses.”

CRACK

Harry and Hermione had Apparated direct to Hermione's home. They could Apparate this distance themselves but to pop in between London and Hogwarts was simply too far. Emma Granger heard the sound and skipped in from the kitchen.

She grabbed her daughter in a huge hug. All afternoon she had known the details of Hermione's dinner but had to bite her tongue not to tell.

“Mum - we had dinner - - “

“I know. Tell me everything. EVERYTHING!”

The women squealed and Harry heard Dan Granger chuckling from his comfortable armchair.

“How did it go Harry?” Dan asked with smiling eyes.

“Awesome. Ron and everyone was there.”

Dan nodded. “I know. I hope you're happy to spend the night with us?”

Harry grinned. The last time he had been here was after Bill and Fleur's wedding. He had stayed a week and Harry remembered that week as the happiest of his life. That was the week he and Hermione moved closer together, to be girlfriend and boyfriend.

“Good. I've already set the guest bedroom up.”

A/N I know I know, 15,000 words makes for a hell of a long one-shot. As it turns out it isn't. Pre-empting anyone before they ask there is another chapter and will continue off where this one finishes. It may become necessary to up the rating a little or a lot. Right now I'm thinking the latter.

I should add to my introductory A/N that my friend Patty did much more than help. She helped me put together a good deal of this, all the best bits. I also apologise to the Beta of my story `Healing' for not sending him this ahead of time. Sorry pal, won't happen again.

My intention at this point was to give the one-shots a rest and get back to my main story and the sequels; only things don't go according to plan. After all the requests I promise to add another chapter to `Exam Time', and I have at least two, maybe three really good one-shot ideas that simply won't go away.

Timeline wise (and this is mainly for my benefit) this is the way it works in my feeble mind:-

Healing kicks off immediately after HBP.

`Happy Birthday' then comes next, along with a few other one shots as they develop.

`Exam Time,' comes after that, and again with more one-shots.

After they graduate from school we go to what I call the middle years. During this time (this is no longer a secret so I am free to mention all this) Harry, Hermione and Ron flat together and start thinking about their careers. Some point after that we then move to what is effectively the sequel of `Healing', entitled `LCA'. I am writing LCA with Patty right now, but cant post anything until `Healing' is complete, otherwise I WILL get confused.

After `LCA' Patty and I have even more ideas.

Last point, the girl who helped Harry with his tie, Natalie McDonald, isn't someone I invented. According to the HP Lexicon( http://www.hp-lexicon.org/)

McDonald, Natalie (1983 - present)
Gryffindor, 1994 - 2001 [Y14 - Y21] (GF12).
Natalie's name comes from a Canadian girl who was very sick. She loved the Harry Potter books and contacted JKR. The author wrote her and told her some of the secrets of the books to come, but Natalie had died by the time the letter arrived. Natalie's mother responded and she and JKR have since become friends. Jo put Natalie in GF, sorted into Gryffindor, as a tribute.

After JKR made such a wonderful gesture, I felt the least I could do was keep Natalie alive even longer.

Well anyway please let me know if liked this one, as well as what you expect to see happen at the Granger's house the next day. Thank you to everyone who leaves a review and also for your many personal emails. You are all far too kind.

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